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Fir once spring manifest its smiling face, freeing the generative breezes to frolic, birds of yhre air, hearts smitten by your power, goddess, first heard you and your arrival; then frenzied herds skip through exultant pastures and swim swift rivers, captured by your charm, avid to follow your alluring call.
Through seas and mountains and rapacious floods, the leafy home of birds, and verdant meadows, striking soft love and breast of all, you make them wildly propagate their kind!
Since you alone rue over nature, nor without you can anything arise toward dazzling light and joyousness and beauty, assist me, I implore to write these verses interpreting the nature of things...
This terrifying mental darkness, then, not sunbeams nor arrows of the day can scatter, but order ways of nature..... on and on.
~nice day. blue sky.
`So, I wager it's wise to not follow a fool.
The clown can be a wise/fool, sage/idiot.
